Who would blame her for taking a shopping break and going to the movies to relax. Bad idea. She would have to choose from a lengthy lineup of offerings at the multiplex. It’s not like the old days when your only option was to take it or leave it — one neighborhood theater showing one double feature which played for a week and then would be gone forever — or, as it turned out, until the birth of Netflix, HBO, Starz … and the numerous other services which, in addition to offering today’s new blockbusters, also resurrect almost every movie ever made.
I made the mistake of buying a new smart TV recently — which opens the floodgates to even more providers of movies, TV series, and documentaries. I have added so many of these to my Watch List that I no longer have time for a life — even one as limited as mine has become as I have aged. I kind of miss the days when we had only three TV channels, and they all signed off at midnight. I’m also feeling nostalgic about the car-buying experience of yesterday when we could buy a Ford or Chevrolet (or, if we were in the chips, a Cadillac); each of which provided two or three models. Compare that to the current dizzying array of choices offered by dozens of manufacturers, both foreign and domestic.
Every aspect of life today is characterized by multiple choice. The Bachelor and Bachelorette must decide which of twenty-five suitors would be the best mate. Kindergartners must choose which action hero or Disney princess should decorate their backpacks. Women have to determine which of dozens of costly wrinkle creams will live up to their hype. A far cry from the only skincare choice I had in my youth — Pond's Cold Cream at 25 cents a jar.
Unfortunately, I’m a stress eater; so all of the decision-making I face in my day-to-day life inevitably leads me to ice cream — which only compounds the problem. Do you know how many flavors Baskin-Robbins offers these days?!
©2018 Rose Madeline Mula for SeniorWomen.com
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